Far to the west of the Hundred Kingdoms, beyond the Cairngall Range to the north and the Bitter Sea to the south, lies a primeval land, where the calls of exotic birds and the ceaseless rustle of leaves mark the edge of man’s domain. Deep within these lands, known to its inhabitants as the Faerann, the Weaver Courts, ancient cousins of the Spires, hold sway. Split into four seasonal Courts—Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter—the Weavers revere their innate gift of Life Binding, using it to shape almost every aspect of their culture and viewing Eä as a divine gift, taking their duty to nurture and protect it with the utmost seriousness.
Capable of binding the life force of two beings together, the Weavers quickly began to bond with the land they sought to heal. Thus, today a physical description of a member of the Weaver Courts is almost impossible. One might pass a beautiful Autumn Court maiden with eyes like those of a doe, hair a riot of thorns and roses, and cloven hooves for feet, as she converses with the lean Spring Court male whose long neck and feathered upper body ends in a parrot’s head but whose legs are covered in a fine fur and taper into raptor-like talons.
Nearby, an ancient of Autumn who has repeatedly bound with the same grove of trees, becoming a towering humanoid figure encased in moss, bark, and forest detritus, who speaks in a voice like a hundred breaking branches. Alien as such examples may seem, they are outshone by those of the High Courts—mystical and spiritual leaders of the Weaver Courts who have somehow managed to use their Life Binding gift to bond with the elemental forces of Eä itself.